Oh- He slid the deck of cards into his pocket with his other hand, without pulling away. He wasn't opposed to the idea of dancing, mostly because it was Ash and he was criminally handsome--and also decent. He didn't make Kavinsky feel like he had to try hard to be tough or something. Which left him with just the usual walls he had trouble lowering around people. There was a bit of a problem though-

"I can't dance for shit," he admitted. He might have thrown parties with a frequency that said his life depended on it, but he'd never bothered to learn any sort of dancing that wasn't mostly keeping his feet in the same place. "But if you don't mind, I'm game."